Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

At exactly four o’clock in the afternoon, Trevor got out of bed barefooted. The heating in his room was on all the time since it was fall. The temperature in the room was kept constant all year round, and the humidity there was controlled by a humidifier.

He looked at his computer and saw a location sent by Eleven. Christy had left for the Dalton Hotel. She probably didn’t find Noah, so she went back.

He clicked on the video and the video was projected onto the wall. Christy was eating on the sofa. It was a bun which she had probably bought on the way. She took one bite and the stuffing was exposed. The bun was a little too hot, so she blew on it. She ate it while staring at the location information on her phone. She saw that Noah’s phone was still shown to be at the Scavo’s.

Somehow, Trevor felt hungry as he watched her eat. There were snacks in his room. If the servants did not bring him food in time, he could eat those snacks or ring a bell to remind the servants. But he had never rang the bell.

Christy bought five buns with different stuffing in total. She had eaten three, and put aside the rest two. And then she made herself a hot drink and curled up on the sofa, holding the cup.

When she was in a trance, she could just sit there for a whole afternoon, looking quietly at the curtains. Even though she lived in a high-end villa, she still didn’t dare to open the windows at any time for fear of being discovered.

It was as if she was living in a gorgeous palace. Everything around her was perfect except that she herself was rotten.

Noah had lost contact with her, but she had to wait. Perhaps he had just lost his phone, so she shouldn’t panic now.

Waiting was her strongest suit.

She picked up the unfinished buns and ate them up bite by bite.

The servants at the Pecker’s heard the sound of the bell for the first time. Many of them crowded under the garret in surprise, “This means … Mr. Trevor is hungry?”

Another servant was overjoyed as he ran down from the garret, “Hurry up! Mr. Trevor wants to eat steamed buns!”

“I’ll go buy some! Let me go! What kind of stuffing does he want?”

“I’ll go too!”

The butler rushed over. When he figured out what was going on, he immediately asked, “Wait a moment. How did you know that Mr. Trevor wants to eat steamed buns?”

The servant immediately took out a piece of paper and said, “I took this out from the garret. That’s Mr. Trevor’s handwriting. This is the first time Mr. Trevor has ever said he wants to eat something! What are you all waiting for! Hurry up! Go and buy steamed buns!”

dozen servants and was finally passed to Mr. and Mrs. Peck. Mrs. Peck cried as she held

He wants

thing. Stop crying.” Mr. Peck tried to

buy some buns!” After Mrs. Peck saying that to the servants, she cried again as she

Peck was not sure

at the Pecker’s, he saw a group

it! He ate it!” Suddenly, a voice came

Ferne was confused.

servants see him and invite him up hurriedly, “Are you here to see Mr.

for about ten minutes as he was told before

the smell of steamed buns. Normally, Ferne would definitely joke about it, but he was not in the mood at all today. He spoke as soon as

he saw a pile of

exactly Noah Sachs’s

his information?” Ferne was shocked. He picked up the paper and looked around nervously,

was dark in the garret since the curtains there were completely closed and light could only get in

few steps towards the bed, “Why don’t you speak?”

the two boxes of chocolates he had brought with him, took the

as well, no one dared to lift the curtain in Trevor’s

fixed on the computer screen. In the pictures transmitted back by Eleven, Christy had a nightmare again. She covered her neck with her hands painfully, kicked her legs with her

lasted for 30

didn’t wake up, she would die in her

in a series of codes, and on the computer screen, the little robot began to climb onto the tea table. And

was a

long time while covering her neck with her hands. When she finally calmed herself down, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead and stared blankly at the broken cup

she

**

pile of paper and headed

A guest had left his valuables in the pocket of his clothes, but